Submitted by Chris Black
We watched as he plodded home keeping between the drills.
Reins slung over his right shoulder
The grey mare sauntering behind
Chewing from a well-earned nose bag.
Hat in hand, head bowed in prayer
The chimes of the Angelus bell ringing out
6pm – the village church some four miles away.
He lifted the latch on the half-door
Whistled the sheep dog, beckoned us
It was milking time.
Later we’d sit, drink tea
Eat chunks of homemade bread
Covered in freshly made raspberry jam.
We well recalled the night you died.
Photo Credit: Isaac Levitan – Village. Twilight.
Vita Brevis Press. 
I am so glad to see your work here Chris! You know that your writing enchants me and this piece is filled with such happy images. And then comes the end… Brilliant dear friend! This is why you are truly The Poet’s Poet! (Note to Brian: Thank you for sharing Chris’s work. He is the man who dubbed me The Tennessee Poet. .☺)
A wonderful little origin story for the Tennessee Poet! I’m glad you two have already met!
Walt is a class act you are lucky to have him on your books.
And thank you Walt (Tennessee Poet) for the moniker you bestowed on me delighted to have made your acquaintance through the good offices of WordPress and Vita Brevis.
You’re welcome my friend!
So nice
Reblogged this on A way with words. and commented:
Thank you to all at Vita Brevis for choosing Picture from the mind (1) for publication on 31st July 2018 and complimenting it with Village Twilight by Issac Levitan. Thank you also to those who stopped by on their travels and left a comment.
I imagine this being a sort of scene from Thomas Hardy. I like the descriptions.